História The King - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In the mid 18th century there was a war amongst two species, the humans and the shape shifter. As humans began to branch outside of their own territory the shape shifters lost more of their land and food source. A war between the two was inevitable and in the end, it was humans that dominated the fight.

As the decades passed on the shape shifters' population dwindled, and Human population increased. More and more nourishments taken, bring the species to near extinction. By the 19th century, the shape shifters had become known as thieves and livestock killers.

When the livelihood of the people were being ruined by these wild creatures it wasn't long until a law was place. Two shot on sight. The shape shifters had little worth in the eyes of man, decades of stories and myths, making them out to be the villains or some representation of evil. All this and the experiences of shape shifter encounters led to one last war, a mission to eliminate the last of these creatures.

Winter, 1888.

"Sir, We scouted the whole plains, there isn't even a single scent of prey nearby," A large golden coated wolf announced. "If I may suggest, Sir. We should try and hunt the livestock at the farms just south of here." the gold wolf watched his Alpha for any signs of agreement. "It seems only fair, they have wiped out most of our food source after all" the large wolf continued. Erwin was the Beta Male of his pack, he was a brilliant strategist and had the trust of most of the members in the pack.

But for the Alpha, he had one main law that he wanted each member to follow.

'Never go into human territory'

Keith, was the old Alpha of the Survey Corps Pack and with all his years of experience on this earth. He could see the dangers in coming into contact with human civilization "Erwin, We are putting the lives of our pack members at risk if we lead them anywhere near humans. I have witnessed the damage they could do. Our entire race is close to extinction because of them. I will not allow you to take the pack into farming land. No, we just have to keep looking, I am sure the scent of some deer will catch the air. Take Mike and go on another scouting mission." Keith said in a firm yet tired voice. The pack had been on the move for days now with no luck in discovering food. They were hungry and exhausted from their travels and the Alpha was starting to show signs of weakness.

Erwin had held his head up high "l will go alone if I have too, I will go to the ranches and bring back a heifer for the pack" the Beta Male said.

Keith let out a soft growl at the young male's defiance. When Erwin did not back off, Keith let out a soft sigh "There is another wolf shifting pack nearby. Where there is a pack there should be food. Keep looking" Keith ordered.

Erwin turned his head away and gave a sideways glance "In all respect Alpha Keith, I will not let our pack starving over some theory of yours" Erwin stated before walking away.

Keith started to feel his Beta was slowly trying to take control over his pack. After his failure to find food and Erwin grabbed small meals for the pack, he feared he would slowly lose the support of his pack.

"Erwin! Erwin Get Back Here!" Keith called out, but the golden wolf did not listen, did not slow down or even show any intentions of doing so. Keith let out a frustrated sigh as he watched his Beta disappear into the thicket.

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It took Erwin a few hours to reach one of the many ranches in the farming district. He had found himself being drawn to a Shepherd's property with the promise of caprinaes. The scent of sheep and goats filled the air around him as he got closer.

'This would have to do'

He and his pack were not at all fond of mutton, but in times like these any meat would be suffice.

Erwin licked his mouth and gave the air another sniff. The smell was enticing, it called out to him to move forward despite the dangers that laid ahead. When he succeeded in entering the pasture, Erwin began to pace around the edge of the flock to observe the situation.

The farmer had placed a few goats in the flock, probably to protect the sheep and keep the sheep from fleeing. Sheep would often stampede at even the smallest of threats, whether it be a danger to them or not. With the goats in the flock, the sheep will often crowd behind them at any signs of danger. The goats would drive away the predators that dared to come close. Getting a kill within this flock didn't seem as easy as Erwin had originally thought it would be.

In addition to the horned devils, a few shepherds slept amongst the herd with guns at the ready. It seemed Erwin had missed their scent as the smell of sheep overpowered the scent of man.

If Mike were here, he would of sniff them out immediately with his brilliant sense of smell. Though If Mike was here, he would probably encourage Erwin to abandon this reckless plan as well.

Erwin circled around the flock in search for a weak individual. Like many of his kind, he had learnt that the most easiest hunts came when going after the ill, elderly or the yearlings. A large pack could take down an adult of any species, but on his own, Erwin didn't stand a chance of taking out a strong and healthy adult. But as Erwin circled and looked for an opening, he noticed this was no longer the case. No with animals as small and as flawed as the common sheep. Erwin could even take down a ram if he wished without any effort or injury to himself. This was too perfect, reasonable size and easy to kill, how could this go wrong for him. 

As if the Spirits of Nature were cursing him; the wind shifted and Erwin's scent was blown in the direction of the sheep the flock, which in turn caused tension amongst the herd. The sheep were not totally stupid as they started to huddle up with the goats, who were far from being cowardly, presented their horns to the golden wolf. They bowed their necks and marched forward in an attempt to push the wolf back. This tactic of bravery and show of strength would usually cause any predator to run for the hills.

But Erwin, hungry and despite did not yield. He stood his ground and baring a set of sharp teeth to his prey. From sheep to goat, his target had changed and within moments he had subdued his prey. The goats now understanding the seriousness of their situation, took off with the sheep following close behind.

The chosen goat let out call for help, but his comrades had abandoned him. Erwin did not kill it, he kept his mouth around the goat's throat and dragged it away from the scene. By the time the shepherd were able to react, Erwin was galloping to the safely of the hills.

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Once he was alone, he took his share of the meal. Going after the organs, something that would usually be fed to the Alpha pair.

Keith wouldn't mind if he just took a little right?

After all, it would finally silence the goat once Erwin eats it. As the wolf's muzzle disappeared into the belly, the goat had finally stopped struggling and let out the last bit of air it had in it's lumgs.

It was the first good meal he had in days and once he took what he felt was enough, he carried the carcass back to where his pack was camping that evening.

Winter was hard time for wolves, despite the hardship that came with the winter snow, (such as lack of food, increase aggression and overall hard time for the Alphas and Betas to keep their packs in line) It was also the mating season. It motivated the wolves to branch out of their pack and find a mate.

For Erwin however, he saw it as another stressful event he had to deal with. He had long ago abandoned the idea of taking mate, he loved his pack and was loyal to it. The shifter could not even imagine himself leaving his pack for some bitch in her heat cycle.

Erwin had spent years living his life without being that affected by shifters in heat. But the scent that filled the air had gotten Erwin's attention, this one was different. Foreign, sweet and very strong. He let out a groan and lifted his noise in the air as he breathed the scent in. The wolf closed his eyes to focus on the smell that lingered in the air around him. The wolf was close by it seemed and it made Erwin's body shiver. 

He should be getting back to his pack, he should be bringing the goat back, not roam into another pack's territory. And yet here he was, his legs moving on their own and only going deeper and deeper into danger.

It didn't take long to find the source, a small black wolf was pacing the area with his nose to the ground and his eyes concentrating on something Erwin couldn't exactly see. The black wolf came to halt with one paw lifted up and his posture crouched low to the snow. The wolf licked his lips as he slowly made his way forward.

Erwin watched the other wolf closely as he moved through the snow, barely sinking in. Erwin's eyes widened as the wolf leaped up into the air and dropped into the snow face first. Half of the wolf's body had sunk into the snow and Erwin perked up to get a better look. Worried that the other wolf might of injured itself he allowed himself to move closer.

But it seemed the tiny wolf had everything under control; with a few wiggles of his body, the black wolf pulled himself out of the snow. He had a rodent in his mouth and he pranced off with only a few flakes of snow attached to his fur.

He was the most handsome wolf he had ever laid his eyes, his coat was jet black with only a small white patch of fur on his neck. His stride was prideful, as if he were showing off to anyone that might of seen the hunt. His form was small and thin, probably the result of under nourishment. Even with the winter fur, it still made him look much more weaker than most of the shifters in his pack. Any questions or hopes of this being a rogue wolf was becoming more possible. Though he did remember something his Alpha said about a pack nearby.

Still, this did not deter Erwin as he followed at a distance. All intelligence and common sense had been thrown out of his brain in favor of getting close to the little black beauty.

The ideal outcome however would be without a doubt scandalous. A shifter mating without any plans for keeping that mate was looked down upon. For Erwin, he knew he could never take a mate with his position. But for the first time in his life, the mating season was having a serious effect on him.

Erwin could see the male in front of him tease up a little.

'So he finally noticed me?'

The black wolf stopped in his tracks, slowly beginning to sink into the soft snow as he looked back at his stalker. A look of annoyance was in his eyes as his stared at the larger wolf tailing him. The wolf knew full well what had caused this larger male to try and follow him. He had to deal with this every winter, and each of his courters had been left mangled and maimed. Grey eyes met blue and while there were no words uttered between them, their body language spoke for them.

Erwin made himself look as big and as strong as possible as he pranced over.

For a moment he could see a bit of interest coming from the tiny wolf as his head perked up a little and watched in silence. The black wolf's breath quickened and Erwin could swear smell the pheromones getting more profound, almost making it hard to smell anything else in the air.

Erwin lifted his tail up and swayed it the air as he pranced foward with his head held high.

The black wolf's attitude had changed as Erwin got close, he began backed away sideways. His eyes glared at the large male with threats of an attack if he got too close.

Seeing the small male's behavior, Erwin dropped the act and decided to take a different approach. He didn't want to make the other shifter feel intimidated by him and so, his posture became less dominating. He took a few steps back and sat down and tilted his head to the right "I am Erwin, and your name is?"

Only a muffled growl came as a response.

Erwin blinked

'I see, not even a name?'

He stood up "I saw the way you hunted that prairie dog, that is quite a skill. Never seen another wolf use a tactic like that. It was beautifully done. Who taught you?" He asked, wagging his tail as he remembered the hunt.

This time, the black wolf didn't growl, though his breath got heavier and his eyes softened up at him.

Erwin took a step closer and the wolf backed up with just as much space "You are quite the amazing hunter. You're family is very lucky to have you in their pack" for a small second, Erwin could swear he saw a look off sadness in the wolf's eyes before his gaze harded. "You aren't much of a talker are you?" His tail swayed with amusement "am I the first courter you've had? There is really no need to be shy around him" He took a another step closer and soon heard a low growl caming from the small wolf.

The small wolf's voice was no longer muffled by the rodent, it was clear, loud and carried serious threats. The black wolf bend down low, ready to strike if need be "why are you bothering me? I am not interested. Do you think that a bunch of kind and praising words will automatically make me present myself to you like some heating bitch" the black wolf snarled and snapped his teeth at the other male.

Erwin didn't have time to move back when the wolf had pounced and pushed him into the snow. When the shock of the attack was over, Erwin noticed the wolf's weighted much more than he should have. He let out a pained grunt and slowly opened his eyes expecting to see a wolf on top of him, what he got was far from it.

The wolf had changed into his human form, usually used as a form of defense for their species. His face was pale with a very youthful complexion. His eyes were just as intense as in his wolf form, though signs of sleepless nights showed as dark bags marked just under his eyes. His hair was black in a undercut styled fashion. His body was without a doubt small for a human of his age and as he saw in his wolf form, he had very little muscle to speak of.

'Even in that human form, he still looks beautiful'

As Erwin analyzed the man on top of him, he didn't notice the danger that was coming. While Erwin stared up into those grey eyes, the man pulled a knife out from his pants pocket and brought it to the wolf's throat

"One last warning, leave now or I will kill you" the man slowly pulled away to give Erwin the opportunity to run.

The wolf rolled onto his stomach and looked up "I will leave. But can I at least know your name?" He asked softly in hopes his tone wouldn't provoking the shifter any further. Most would of left at the opportunity, they won't push it anymore deeper. But Erwin couldn't, he had to know this wolf's name.

The man walked over to where he dropped the rodent and picked it up with his hand before slowly walking away. "It was nice to meet you nevertheless" the wolf got up, shakingthe snow off of him and headed back to where he left his own killed.

The man stopped and looked back at the golden wolf "Levi..." the raven haired man said softly.

Erwin stopped and looked back at the man in shock.

"My name ... is Levi" he turned away "now will you leave me alone" Levi continued on his way and the wolf couldn't deny the strange feeling burning deep inside him.

The name of the black beauty didn't leave his mind once on his trip back to his pack.

'Levi'